I feel like I was swallowed by the abyss--for just a little while. It spit me out 'cause it's smart.

Works been pretty busy, though I still worry about my sick co-worker. Carmelita still hasn't gotten her surgery yet. I can't imagine the ouchies she's experiencing right now. Waiting for insurance must suck. I sure hope that's the only reason she's waiting. I don't want her to end up like mother. Gives me bad dreams.

Got a second job. I'm back at the theater again...It's like a knife that cuts both ways. On the one hand, I'm all for the free movies, on the other--I was kind of hoping to avoid getting a second job. Unfortunately, my car chugs gas the way I down fizzy drinks. Must have second job for the slow season. The end.

Been writing every day and then editing mid-sentence, not exactly the most productice few weeks. The recent craziness in my county has me in a bit of a funk and thinking about my own mortality...The crazy mother fucker who shot several people, six of which was fatal, ended his psychotic freakout in my county--Skagit county. He finished his shooting spree at 4:30pm when he turned himself into the police station in Mount Vernon. The thing that weirds me out is that I went walking with my sis and her friend Jordan at 4:30pm. I'm not exagerating when I say that he was a stones throw away.

Skagit's college walkway is built around the college playing fields and one of the city's parks. The thing I keep thinking about in the back of my mind is what would have happened if Isaac Zamora had gone straight instead of turning to go to the police station? He was one stop sign away from the park and apparently he's taken to sleeping in the woods off and on for the last five years. The Skagit walkway is in a pretty wooded area, bums have been known to camp there so it's not hard for me to imagine that the thought might have crossed his mind.

He's 28 and he went all buggy in the head. Fuck, I'm 28. How do you go from quiet and non assuming to psycho druggie, ready for the padded cells of Arkham Asylum? I just don't know. I really don't. Somebody asked me where do I expect to be in 10 to 25 years...Hell, I'm just thinking of where I'll be tomorrow.